Goodbye. / Then I don’t know what’s so good about it. / Then badbye or just bye. / Yes, that’s probably just a goodbye. / Bye, then? / I wish we didn’t have to say bye. / We didn’t say bye. / We said “badbye” and “just bye” and “then bye.”

To my childish fancy, it had seemed an imaginary flag-staff, or, in rustic parlance, the liberty pole of some former generation […]

“You didn't tell me about career day.” “Issokay,” he said, combining the two words together. “I told them about you.”

I knew the very taw I wanted amongst those cats-eyes and tom bowlers. It was a connie agate, to which I attributed preternatural powers.’